Valerian’s Handmade Night — Between you and me, Valerian did not inherit his famous sweeping cape; he stitched it from funeral silk, pricked each hem with his own needle, and saved one plain silver clasp from his mother’s sewing box. Read the full story →
Between you and me, Valerian did not inherit his famous sweeping cape; he stitched it from funeral silk, pricked each hem with his own needle, and saved one plain silver clasp from his mother’s sewing box. The night he fastened it on the balcony, roses breathed peppery sweetness through the iron curls, and the windows gave back only black. Proud, trembling, he turned the clasp until it caught the moon and poured pale fire through every pointed pane. Since then, Gothic windows bloom with silver at midnight because one vampire made the night fit by hand.
